And the worst of it was, that down below, too, his father was climbing into a pulpit, quite as if nothing was happening.

The pulpit grew and became a tower, and his father kept calling, "Be a tower! Be a tower, like me!" But Taffy couldn't for the life of him see how to manage it.
The beanstalk began to totter; he felt himself falling, and leapt for the tower.

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